As much hate Is to love

Chapter 6 - 2am

                                    Celiné

I look at myself in the mirror. Staring at my thighs. I grip my thighs, imagining them smaller.

I'm almost ready for dinner with Andre. It's not something we usually do. It's just because his father is staying here a couple of days before the wedding.

So he wants to see me and Andre together. Though he's always away. I take a breath and tuck at my shirt a little before heading downstairs towards the table.

I saw Andre come out of his office. We don't even bother greet each other or smile as a form as "Hi". Why would we?

I was giving him the cold shoulder, and so did he from the beginning...

We take our seats. We were facing each other as the plates are placed in front of us.

I lost my appetite thinking of the wedding. Andre was eating, politely, calmly. It's almost relaxing to watch him..

I had my arms crossed as I just stare at my untouched plate.

"Allergic?"

He asks, not bothering looking up from his plate.

"Just not hungry.."

"Did you eat at least today?..."

"I— eh yeah?..."

He nods slowly, his expression hard to read. As I just stare at the table.. throwing glances at him for seconds..

I'm suddenly fidgeting.. I'm slightly shaking.. my leg is hurting from the trembling.

The silence thick, as the only sounds that are heard are soft tapping and utensils.

I'm watching him closely, he's focused on his food.. still he has a cold expression on his face.

"About the wedding, is there a special dress i should wear, maybe a theme or?..." I ask..

He swallows his food, looks up from his plate and stares back at me.

"I think it's dark themed.. I don't know.."

I nod awkwardly.. as I just stare down. I feel his eyes at me.. the only noise is our soft breathing..

"So uhm.. you said you wanted me to met people tomorrow, what's that about?.."

His eyes dart at me. His expression still icy.

"Mhm. Right. I wanted you to meet some family of mine.."

He looks at me, his eyes emotionless.

I gawk at him. I sigh as a form of 'Alright'.
The stillness is heavy.. It's thick and it's almost too quiet.

Until I take my plate to the kitchen.. I put my untouched plate on the counter. As I'm about to head upstairs..

"By the way, Celiné my dad isn't going to be here today nor tomorrow. We'll see see him at the wedding."

I turn around, I see him standing as he holds is plate while staring at me. I beam at him.

"Oh, alright.."

We both stare at each other, before dipping our heads and going separate ways...

I'm going upstairs and I feel startled.. strange.. uncanny. I head up to my room and close the door...

I plop on my bed. Feeling extremely exhausted. My locks are frizzy, my hair tangled.

I tuck some strands behind my ear and I dive into a pool of my own thoughts. I'm reasoning, thinking of my life.. my future.